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“At precisely the noon hour she stopped to eat an apple and a wedge of cheese, while the Lithuanians sat across the table from her and made a picnic of black bread and dumplings stuffed with some kind of minced meat that Mary wanted to take apart with her fork and examine.”

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Book:Fever
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Fever

In this gripping narrative, a mysterious fever sweeps through a close-knit community, unraveling lives and testing the bonds of friendship and loyalty. The story delves into the psychological and social consequences of the epidemic, offering a poignant look at human resilience and the fragility of life. more

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